Shannon Bolithoe : A Writing Life

The Joy of Reading About Cooking

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The imperative mood can be so intimate in its rudeness, like a mother or a friend speaking plainly: Skin the chicken. Tell me everything. Crush the garlic. I was drawn to it when I was 9, the year my family moved from London to a tiny village east of Paris.

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Author: SBolithoe

Librarian, author, blogger, presenter, history buff and animal lover.

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